where he could peep around the corner of the barn to watch Bowser the
Hound and to see that no one else was about. He saw Granny leave Reddy
there and hurry away. Old Man Coyote's wits worked fast.

"I can't be in two places at once," thought he, "so I can't watch
both Granny and Reddy. As I can watch but one, which one shall it be?
Granny, of course. Granny is the smartest of the two, and whatever
they are up to, she is at the bottom of it. Granny is the one to
follow."

So, like a gray shadow, crafty Old Man Coyote stole after Granny Fox
and saw her hide behind the corner of the shed at the end of which
was the little house of Bowser the Hound. He crept as near as he
dared and then lay flat down behind a little bunch of dead grass
close to the shed. For some time nothing happened, and Old Man
Coyote was puzzled. Every once in a while Granny Fox would look
behind and all about to be sure that no danger was near, but she
didn't see Old Man Coyote. After what seemed to him a long time, he
heard a door open on the other side of the shed. It was Mrs. Brown
carrying Bowser's dinner out to him. Of course, Old Man Coyote
didn't know this. He knew by the sounds that some one had come out
of the house, and it made him nervous. He didn't like being so
close to Farmer Brown's house in broad daylight. But he kept his
eyes on Granny Fox, and he saw her ears prick up in a way that he
knew meant that those sounds were just what she had been waiting for.

"If she isn't afraid, I don't need to be," thought he craftily.
After a few minutes he heard a door close and knew that whoever had
come out had gone back into the house. Almost at once Bowser the
Hound began to yelp and whine. Swiftly Granny Fox disappeared